Mission: Continue to Write Poetry (This is a very small tribute to the entire collection.)
Bring Back the Rain
I honor the rain
downpours especially
the gleam of her eye
a glint of destiny
My own eye tears
drops with the rain
the guardian shower
a lovers sworn
and then you came
I looked to the rain
I saw you again
that day to always
come home to me
rain needs earth
earth.... rain
Ode to the Guardian of the Rain
Simply soft. Simply sweet.
Whisper a word like, lightning,
Breath the breathe that moves me.
Drops of dew surround me.
Thunder overhead and shake me,
crying over this land, Your tears.
The river raging buckets of youth spill to the ground,
Your soul to lead me.
Lying still, You move me!
Casting the storm aside, not yet!
Part the clouds, entice me.
Show to me, your smile, a crescent moon.
Nourish the land, weeping, flooding,
A river of silk, caress me.
Angry, You envelope above, hiding Your eye,
while there, perfect circles meet.
I wanted to write something sweet to the mother of spring,
and welcome the rain.
The Moment After
Fallowed by, ought to, for which was which,
Set out from catalyst a deterrent audible bliss.
A mind full of abundance and jest
And what of this awful mess?
One last breath, the yellow of fog, and a table for four,
Found round the corner, what may restore,
A wind-bringing day for four bright and unblinking novas,
The sun, self-knowledge, christened booze, and the ancient alphabet all forget.
Momentarily drawn to a group of armchair children,
Michelangelo has painted their destiny in the Sistine Chapel.
I close my eyes to envision the days,
When all has taken my life, too enthralled,
In all that has: this has all happened before.
I cant tell the future, but every moment after
My eyes are unbelieving that there was a moment after.
Thoreau's Possessor
A House, owning its owner
Takes him by the wallet
Squeezes him dry, a day
Houses getting lonelier
It rips its roof from its-
Holds high upon its shoulders
& makes the owner take a loan.
To work for his owner,
The loan taking its weigh.
Soles Touch by a Distance
With a breath and a whisper
A sole has found its match
Foretold as hunger, the sole
Silently chews the days away
With peach trees in August
And spruce winter nights
Spring will enter summer
And Longer are the memories
From one another, until
Sole from a distant shape
We project the brightness
Concealing our own darkness
That Forests seem to forget
Fear is not without fascination
And smiles can wash up tears
Frogs are for floating, and
Turtles sink or swim
But the distance from the two
connected by the same, water
And each are touched,
...By the distance.
On the Path to Truth
Some people take the ride of time
Passing by the Material
Open to the natural call
Wandering toward Ocean's Haze
These people find peace of Mind
Discovering Companions
Moments with animation
Find power with Resonance
With Childlike Innocence
Human's Apprehension,
Collective Consciousness
Is the proof of THE presence
Like all THE stories
We're cosmic Mystics
In Situations
Eating taboo Fruits
It's the gravitational Pull
the Quest for the eternal Soul
A Collectiveness as a whole
Our labors fruit, unnatural
"Nothing solves more problems than packing a truck"
~Jake Skinner